each word I write cries on the tunes of spring,
a spring that ends in graveyards and in dreams
the night I abandoned you on that bench and left
snows in my mind the syllable of hell
I wanted to return
I wanted to love you
I choked on ecstasies from vaguely bluish lands
that night I took a part of you with me
I cashed your soul and threw it to some dirty lips
I bought one ticket from a shaman dressed in red
and flew towards the island of nowhere
and now between the mighty heaven and the hell
I love you and I hate you are the same
and I return to find the pardon of the sands
to kiss your dust left on your mother’s hand
I dress in colored ashes and black skirts
the language of the prophets with no tongues
on a new bench I sit alone at funerals
and wait until the sea closes its eyes
to resurrect the ghost of love that you inscribed
on the red bridge between your spring and mine
I wanted to return
I wanted to love you…
++ a great poem from Gabriela ++
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This was supposed to have posted day before yesterday..
I got hacked by a spy bug, and my internet service was being tracked. I mean like possibly all I was doing online. I’m not sure why this was back in my drafts instead, but better late than never…
See you in the morning boys and girls…
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